Page 30 of My Desire (Mi Deseo)
A bark of laughter leaves me as I tuck the gun into the waist of my pants. I’ve been laughing a lot today. In fact, I think I’ve laughed more today than I have in years. I throw my arm over her shoulders and lead her toward the car.
“I’m sure my cock is very grateful for the gratitude.”
She slaps my bare stomach playfully, turning to me with a serious look.
“I mean it, though. Thank you for today. It was really nice.”
I lean down and kiss her, holding the back of her head as our tongues tangle together. I pull away when I hear the click of a camera, my head spinning until I find some guy holding an expensive camera, the name of a local trash magazine on his shirt.
I pull my gun while Vicenta looks around me to see what’s happening.
“Give me your camera, now.” I lower my voice and tell him in Spanish, “Or I’ll shoot the thing out of your hand.”
He does as I say, apologizing for taking a picture. I yank the camera from him and hand it toBruja, telling her to get in the car.
When she’s safely inside, I tuck my gun away and grab theputoby his collar. “You’re lucky I’m letting you walk away with your eyes. Don’t ever take a picture of me or my family ever again,entiéndeme, pendejo?”
“Of course.Perdoname, por favor!”Although he sounds fearful, there's something off about him. I can feel it but I can’t even begin to explain it. My entire life has been spent in training, learning to look out for every single thing that’s out of place. When my instincts tell me that something is off, I believe it.
I shove him away from me in disgust before moving around the car and sliding into the driver’s seat. I take the camera from Vicenta’s shaking hands.
“Relax,Bruja. It’s just somebastardowho works for a gossip magazine.” I pull the bottom cover off and remove the film from inside before tossing the camera out the window and driving away.
She’s quiet the whole way back to the mansion, her hands twisting in the fabric of her dress as we pull into the driveway of the Banderas mansion.
When I park at the front of the house, I hold up my hand to the guard who walks over to openBruja’s door.
“What’s the matter?” I ask her softly.
“What if someone else took pictures and Marío sees them?”
I shake my head. “He won’t. First of all, he doesn’t read gossip magazines, and we were surrounded by tourists. We were just another couple in the crowd.”
She looks at me, anxiety written in her features.
“C’mon, I wanna show you something.” I restart the car and pull around the mansion toward the ten car garage. Just as I had hoped, Vicenta’s eyes lose their worry, filling with awe as she sees a row of motorcycles amongst the supercars.
We both slide out of the car and walk over to the bikes, her fingers sliding over the red Ducati Panigale V4 R.
“I didn’t think you rode,” she says, her eyes finding it difficult to pick one out of the six.
“There’s a lot about me you’ll discover over time.”
She hums under breath. “Right, I forgotyouresearchedme. You probably know more about me, huh?”
I lean against the hood of the car and let my eyes travel down her body. “Hm, that’s very true.”
Her pretty, tanned cheeks turn red with a blush before she clears her throat.
“What’s this button?” I move to her side, looking toward her pointed finger.
“That’s the front gate button.”
I move back and pull my shirt over my head now that my skin is dry, and almost laugh as she quickly looks away when I spy her staring at my lower stomach. I love that she’s always hungry for what I give her.
“Do you think we could go for a ride sometime?”
“Yeah, but not today. I have to go back to my place and get some things.”
